Failing For You - Gojo x Reader

Chapter 11 - POV of Y/N's Brother

I cut the engine of my truck in front of the bubble tea place Y/n works at. 

Truth be told, I almost just went home after work, ignoring her request. My supervisor was being a dick and the thought of seeing my sister right now makes me want to push a pistol to my head. 

I sigh, hoping she doesn't give me attitude for once. 

I grab the tool bag she asked for and open the door to my truck, stepping out. Rolling my shoulders, I spit the toothpick I'd been chewing on onto the sidewalk. My frown deepens when I look up at the bright pink sign in front of the store. 

"Jesus Christ," I mutter, pushing the door open. I'm hit with fluorescent lights and the smell of burnt sugar and milk. 

I've been in here a few times, but it feels like the place just gets more overstimulating each time I stop by. 

As I approach the counter, I narrow my eyes, not seeing Y/n anywhere in the small shop. There's just one woman behind the counter, running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. 

"Hey, is Y/n--" I start.

"Oops!" The woman exclaims, and I hear a crash. "Oh no!"

I glance down at my feet, where I see a stream of milk running towards them from under the counter. I step back. 

What the fuck is this place?

The woman disappears from view, probably cleaning up the milk she spilled. It just keeps streaming out from under the counter. Endlessly. Fuck, did she spill a whole gallon or something?

"Hey," I call again. "Is Y/n here?"

"One moment!" calls a desperate voice. 

I scoff, staring at the counter in disbelief. I feel an odd sensation at my feet and look down to see a hand frantically dragging a saturated towel around down there to clean up the milk. She had stuck her arm under the counter all the way to the other side.

"What the fuck..." I take another step back, shooting a disgusted glance down at the milk/hand/towel situation.

After a few more minutes, the woman pops back up, tossing a few of her braids over her shoulder and wiping an arm across her forehead. I raise my eyebrows. 

"Sorry about that! What can I do for you today, sir?" She asks, her voice overly cheerful.

I narrow my eyes at her. "Is Y/n here?"

"No, she hasn't come in yet..." the woman shakes her head, looking mildly concerned.

"I'm supposed to give her some tools. Can I just leave them with you?" I ask, holding up the tool bag.

The woman's mouth drops open in a disbelieving "O". I stare at her, fighting to keep an annoyed grimace off of my face. This whole experience has been way too odd. 

"You must be her brother!" The woman says after a moment, getting a hold of herself. "I was with her when she called you!"

"Cool..." I say, setting the bag onto the counter. "Then I'll tell you what I told her. Don't fuck up any of my tools or I'm going to be pissed."

Her eyes widen at my bluntness. "I--yes! Yes, of course we'll take good care of them!"

"Good," I say, turning towards the door. 

"Wait!"

I turn back around.

"Don't you want...don't you want a drink or anything? It's on the house since you're lending us your tools," she smiles, this time not with all of that fake customer-service shit. "Thank you for lending them. Let me make you something in return."